After falling from the devil, the villain leader quit her job

"Little sister."

An Yuzhi gave in and gave a weak cry.

Song Xi just likes the way An Yuzhi can't get used to her and can't get rid of her.

Satisfied, she put Chongming Grass in An Yu's palm, but she still didn't forget Thief Xixi's "Hey" and turned her ear.

"The wind is too strong, why can't you hear clearly?"

An Yuzhi took a deep breath.

Ahhh don't be angry.

When others are angry, he is not angry, and when he gets sick, there is no one to replace him.

"So who are they?"

An Yuzhi quickly changed the subject with wit and interest, he frowned and looked at Qin Ya and Jingchen Buddha who were led in behind.

When Qin Ya saw An Yuzhi, her eyes lit up again.

Should I say it or not, their sect's feng shui is really good, why are they all handsome guys, and each has their own style.

For example, here comes a gloomy and sickly girl.

Still a magician.

To be honest, she still lacks a magician in her stamp collection.

Song Xi knew what the elder sister of the Hehuan Sect was thinking when she saw Qin Ya's eyes. She silently stepped forward and pulled Qin Ya away who wanted to strike up a conversation, and introduced, "This is the number one old woman of the Hehuan Sect, Qin Ya. "

She pointed at Master Jingchen again, exposing him mercilessly, "This is the chief poor ghost of the Buddhist sect, Master Jingchen."

Qin Ya: "..."

Master Jingchen: "..."

Will you die if you save face? !

"There are actually two demon cultivators in your sect?" Jingchen Fozi asked with some doubts on his face.

The sect with two demon cultivators actually dared to move to the public to establish a sect, and even planned to participate in the sect qualifying competition. The head of this sect is so confident in his own strength that he thinks he can keep the two sects. Disciple of magic cultivator.

"Your news is really closed." Qin Ya was surprised, "You haven't heard of Changyi Patriarch?"

It was a group of elders who gathered together, watching the head of Zhengyang Sect get a beating, no one dared to say "no".

If he really wants to do something, no one will dare to stop him, but if he is outraged by the public, it is inevitable that someone will play tricks behind his back.

Jingchen Buddha, who was questioned twice a day about his ignorance: "..."

Okay, when he returns to Buddhism, he will read Zangshuge and copy it again.

"Master wants to see you." An Yuzhi said with a cold face, but still spoke a little more tactfully.

The original words of Patriarch Changyi were extremely suspicious. He wanted to see who could become good friends with his apprentices.

This psychological quality is not generally strong.

"Does your sect have any reception hall?" Qin Ya looked around curiously, and asked An Yuzhi who was leading the way without looking back.

Why does she feel that An Yuzhi's road is going further and further away?

"Probably not." Xie Yue said seriously, "If you are willing to spend money to build one for us, we have no objection."

As the eldest disciple under his seat, he knows the virtues of Changyi Patriarch very well. Changyi Patriarch is not poor, he is a pure miser.

In the dictionary of Patriarch Changyi, there is no such concept at all.

For the ancestors of Changyi, the reception hall is useless except to pretend to be dignified to the visitors.

Qin Ya glanced at the whimsical Xie Yue, not at all moved by the masculinity of the mute groom, "Go to bed early, you have everything in your dreams."

"What about Master?"

An Yuzhi led the crowd to the place where the ancestor of Changyi asked him to take him, and looked around in a daze.

"Could the head of your sect want to sell me and Master Jingchen?" Qin Ya shuddered, and couldn't help but take a step towards Jingchen Buddha.

All the major immortal sects have made many enemies, and the direct disciples are all worth some money.

At that time, the Buddhist sect did not send anyone to the secret realm of the Medicine King. Buddhist disciple Jingchen could not understand the horror of the Changyi ancestor at all, but Qin Ya had faced the might of the Changyi ancestor at the scene, and now he experienced it in the sect. The poverty of the ancestors of Changyi.

She really believed that the ancestors of Changyi could do it to sell them for the spirit stone.

After all, even if it was sold to them, the Hehuan Sect and the Buddhist sect would come to ask for an explanation—with the strength of the ancestor of Changyi, they probably wouldn't take it seriously.

If it was unreasonable, the many heads and elders who came to ask for an explanation might have to be beaten up.

"..."

Thinking of this, Qin Ya became even more desperate.

Jingchen Buddha frowned and took a step back.

Compared to Changyi Patriarch who had never met and only existed in legends, he still felt that Qin Ya was more terrifying.

"Welcome home, little ones."

Ancestor Changyi walked out of the woods in white clothes, with a breeze in his sleeves, and greeted everyone dignifiedly.

Qin Ya and Jingchen Fuzi were frightened and hurriedly bowed to say hello.

Everyone on Penglai Island took it for granted, and expressed indifference to Master's daily pretense when meeting guests.

"Master."

Song Xiyan, who should cooperate with Master's performance, turned a blind eye. She took a serious step forward and took out the Hunyuan Jing, "Are you selling me a fake?"

Patriarch Changyi: "???"

"You're talking nonsense." Changyi Patriarch's beard straightened up angrily, "You don't want to be innocent."

"Since I started to practice according to the Hunyuan Sutra you gave me, my cultivation has plummeted." Song Xi was annoyed, "I have fallen from the late Jindan stage to the middle stage of Foundation Establishment!"

Who doesn't have the dream of walking across the world with a sword?

No matter how bad it is, she can't stand the madness of her cultivation.

Taking ten thousand steps back, you don’t have to go up, but don’t you drop it? !

Patriarch Changyi was at a loss for words for a while.

To tell the truth, Song Xi was the first one to put his practice into practice. When he and that old friend created it, they dared to be sure that they would be able to cultivate to great success. It is no exaggeration to say that it is an invincible player at the same level.

But what will happen during the specific cultivation process, he really doesn't know.

Patriarch Changyi tried his best to recall which step might go wrong, and asked tentatively, "Why don't you test the Heart Stone again?"

He blindly guessed that Song Xi had gained merit or karma from walking outside, and after practicing the Hunyuan Sutra, it had an impact on the demonic energy.

Song Xi was taken aback: "???"

No, she is really a guinea pig? !

"Let me see if you let out a little devilish energy." Patriarch Changyi coughed lightly, tried to save his respect, and tried to help Song Xi analyze it.

Song Xi upholds the only remaining trust in Changyi's ancestors in his heart, and spreads his hands to release a cloud of black mist-like magic energy.

Qin Ya's curiosity overwhelmed her fear of Changyi Patriarch, and she seriously commented on the demonic energy in Song Xi's hand, "This is the first time I've seen a living demonic cultivator."

"Speak politely." Jingchen Buddha has studied the matter of learning to avoid prophecies when speaking, and his cold eyebrows are full of confidence, "If you want to say that, all I saw before were dead demon cultivators. You are special."

Song Xi: "???"

"Why don't you two stop talking." The devilish energy in Song Xi's hands trembled twice.

These two people say a few more words, and it is estimated that they will discuss where to burn incense for her next year as a team.

Xie Yue also came up together, trying to find out the reason, "It seems that the devilish energy I had when I caught you is... a little different?"

Song Xi blinked, looking forward to it, "For example?"

"Hmm..." Xie Yue fell into deep thought, hesitant to speak, hesitant to speak, and finally told the truth, "It seems that it is not thick and pure like that time."

Song Xi: "...you know how to pierce the heart."

This is no nonsense, she has fallen from the late Jindan stage to the mid-stage Foundation Establishment, and of course the magic energy has become thinner.

Patriarch Changyi stroked his beard and observed carefully, but in the end he really couldn't draw any conclusions, he thought it would be a little different.

After all, if the power of merit and magic energy are really mixed successfully, the power of Hunyuan should be gray.

Well, he guessed wrong.

Song Xi turned his head, raised his hand towards Changyi Patriarch calmly, and asked the teacher to blame him, "Master, can you say something?"

"Cough, Master Rong will do some research for you." Patriarch Changyi clenched his fist and coughed softly on his mouth, then changed the subject abruptly, "Are you guys imprisoned in Yanyang City?"

Everyone: "???"

Is this a bit too obvious of a guilty conscience?

"Retreat as a teacher!" Patriarch Changyi waved his hands and began to push people out, "You all go feed the fish!"

The ancestor of Changyi stroked his beard melancholy, his worried hands trembled, and he grabbed two of them abruptly.

He has to study and understand the problems of Song Xi's skills as soon as possible, and the sect's qualifying match is only a few months away. He can't let his proud disciple go up to the ring with the strength of the middle stage of foundation establishment, right?

Too lost.